CHANGING LANES
Bloody KnucklesBy Peter D. DuPre
Hold my beer . . . I'm building a car
A few years ago, Ol' Red and I
were travelling along the road from Anchorage to Fairbanks when I spied an unusual piece of automotive machinery at a way station fuel stop. There, parked on the gravel next to
his car. "Well, sure," he said slowly, "it's parked out back, but why you'd want to sit in my old CJ when you are already driving a Jeep is beyond me." "I thought the Batmobile was yours,
The author behind the wheel of the Batmobile, somewhere in the wilds of Alaska, the caped crusader's summer home! (Photo Copyright P. DuPre/ Autoword 2012)
the entrance, was the Batmobile, looking more than a little worse for wear than when I last saw it in the movies.
Of course it wasn't the genuine article, but rather a home made tribute to the caped wonder's jet- powered steed. Needless to say, I had to get a closer look at the car and maybe even sit in it if it were allowed. I asked the attendant if I could sit in
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as I didn't see any other cars," I replied. "Is the owner nearby?" "Nope, Batman took the bus into Anchorage this morning. He left the car here for the trip back home. You are welcome to sit in it if you want. Heck, the keys are in the ignition, take it for a drive. He don't mind if people take it for a spin, so long as they treat it gentle."
I could see what he meant when I AUGUST 2012 // WWW.CHANGINGLANESDIGITAL.COM
